Fred the Talking Sign

As I watch my friends with film

They dared me to do a silly thing

To go to a sign, to pick any one

Start talking and going like it was alive

I looked and I found a solitary sign

Red on the front, spray-painted over

I went with the rules, I knocked and I talked

I thought it was silly but I wanted friends

I started with questions, then said my own name

Gesturing madly to make up for the lack

Then a male voice said deep out of nowhere

Hi! My name is Fred.

I jumped and I screamed, to hear such a thing

I looked at my friends to see who it was

But they were all gone I guess they were scared

Who could it have been that had spoken to me?

The deep voice continued, it pleaded I stay

I looked for the person who had spoken to me

No one appeared, until then I saw

The spray-paint before was really a face!

I was so shocked I had not a word

But the sign said that he was a friend

He claimed to be lonely without any soul

No one around would talk so to him.

Warily sitting, I thought and I smiled

Maybe this could be fun if I try

I started to speak and I learned who Fred was

We soon were friends like the sign said

When I remembered that he was a sign

I stopped and thought of what I should do

No one believes in talking stop signs

Still I would like to keep being friends

I’ll return to my friend and open my mind

No matter what others may think of me

I’ll sit on the road and talk to my Fred

I have a friend to keep for awhile

Gossip

Why don't people want to share
All their thoughts all clean and bare?
What they think of just one thing
When their thoughts could changes bring?

Why can't people share a thought?
It could be forever sought
Just opinion of one?
Single person, knowing none

We should share the things we think
Honesty might cause a blink
Different as it seems to be
We should share the things we see

Don't go talk behind a back
They'll find out and won't give slack
When they see or hear you say
Something mean-bad in a way

Gossip spreads like wildfire
Maybe we can stop the ire
If we speak our minds out loud
Just be brave among the crowd

Background Story:
Gossip is just one of those things that bothers me. It is something that I have found myself a participant of, and I always find myself regretting talking about someone without their knowledge. Often, I find myself telling that person, "Hey I was talking about you. Just so you know." and it becomes all good. It becomes funny, not hurtful, or spiteful. I feel more honest when I talk to people to their face, or tell them later that I said something about them, if I have found myself talking about them. Honesty is important to me.